Bleach Hall Blues

(mmmmm) She rewrites the text until it is dull In a hotel

hallway that smells like bleach

Chasing the light that she never can reach While the elevator hums

a quiet lull

Under the street-corner grandeur tonight

Playing the platform in the subway light

We find our home where the echoes belong

In the dust of a forgotten song

(singing sweet)

Hey, hey,

we play the

line

Hey, hey, we take

our time

She rewrites the text,

washes it clean Lost in the corridor,

out of the scene

But the subway musician is drawing a crowd Playing the quiet that

wants to be loud

Under the street-corner grandeur tonight

Playing the platform in the subway light

We find our home where the echoes belong

In the dust of a forgotten song

(singing sweet) (mmmmm)